I hope it never gets to you how much I talk about Minneapolis.
Yeah, I'll admit it, I'm enamored.
My heart races whenever I even think
of going there.
Music.
Passion.
As soon as the skyline
comes into view,
I can feel the butterflies
begin to float in my stomach.
Like the first glance
of a long-awaited love,
dying to embrace.
But Milwaukee,
I love you.
You will always mean more.
You're not golden, no.
Impoverished, segregated, stagnant...
dangerous- some say.
But in those flaws-
perfection,
potential,
passion.
A dismal skyline
is the most beautiful thing.
You're not broken.
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